She had watched William during the conference in Seattle and had been amazed."I know," Donna said with a grin. She wasn't going to mention that Doug w...s going to be spending the night at her house over the weekend. She hugged herself and said, "I just like being with him. You know what I mean?" Yes, I know what you mean," Sandra said even though she didn't."So what do you think of the new guy?"Sandra shrugged her shoulders and said, "I kind of like him. Pity I have to leave before getting to. Not in that way. But I know that's not right either. I should have paid closer attention. Bob was right. We were miserable chaperones, and because of that, things you couldn't control got out of hand. We should have controlled them for you, and we didn't, because we were doing exactly the same thing you were ... falling in love." How could you have controlled it?" asked Jack."By making sure you didn't do anything more than a simple, non-sexual good night kiss," she said. "And by not doing. ?I can see three possible courses of action, each of which has advantages and disadvantages for me, the variable being your reaction.?By now I was feeling pretty taken by her, a raging hard on and a mystery.?So what choices do you see??Miss Clearmont leaned forward and I leaned also as she spoke in a whisper.?Well we could go to my limousine and get fucked as we head to see my investments in Long Island. I like fucking and being fucked and you do offer some possibilities in that direction. . She screams and cries, twists but remains in position.Angry welts rise but all it does is make me thirst for more. More pain. Blood.I whip her now without respite – her screaming and sobbing become merged into a constant wail interrupted only by the faltering catching of her breath."Daddy," she chokes out, "please stop hurting me…why… why?"I lower my face to the left of hers and hiss cruelly, "Because you're worthless, and deserve to die, die in pain." Kill me Daddy, beat me to a pulp. I am.